[Meika Hijiri]

In the course of every idiot's lifetime, there comes a moment where a fire begins, sometimes through no fault of their own. Perhaps it is a metaphorical fire, where said idiot's entire world comes crashing down around them in a big, spectacular show of fireworks and tragedy. In Meika's case, to the extreme displeasure of everybody around her, this fire in particular is a real fire, and she was, of course, it's direct cause.

Her first day on campus started out alright. A few months of couch surfing made her pretty desperate for a space of her own, and finally finding one was a euphoric experience. Finally, she had a place to spread out in, to play video games in, and to make terrible food in. Unfortunately, her must-have appliances, the kind of things that make a university student's world go round, would only be arriving at the campus in the next few days. Given that the cafeteria was closed at around ten at night, Meika was forced to use the common area of her dorm, a small, break-room type space resplendent with the cheapest microwave money can buy. So, there she was, impatiently watching her hotpocket go round and round in the microwave, waving her long devil tail to-and-fro behind her, when the microwave emits a strange, repetitive whirring noise and suddenly goes dark, silencing itself in the process. Without warning, Meika's hotpocket was not spinning, the microwave was not thawing it, and her tummy was getting louder and louder.

So Meika did what any normal person would do. When she couldn't press an obscure number of buttons to get the piece of shit running again, she balled her palm into a fist and punched the motherfucker. Hard. Given the loose, frayed cables connecting the microwave to the wall, nobody would be particularly surprised that the thing suddenly goes up in flames—well, except for Meika herself, who is now staring at the alight appliance with a healthy mix of shock, awe, and morbid curiosity in her eyes. If someone looked really hard, they might even be able to see a little bit of... Regret, maybe? "Uh, shit," she mutters to herself, yet still fails to do something about the electrical fire that is steadily growing larger in the midst of the dorm common room.

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eads of sweat raced down Farrin's neck and down his back. His dark sleeveless soaked up most of it, but when one ran at time-turned speeds, sweaty became a near-constant state of being. There was no sense winding down when it took him so long to fall asleep, no matter when his head hit the pillow. No, the lad preferred to spend that time training. So, 10 am, 10 pm, it didn't matter. If Farrin wasn't in class or on a practice patrol, he was training. 

Eventually, he would retreat to the comforts of his dorm room and the soft bed within, though. Sleep may be a ways off, but he could give his muscles a rest. With a light jog, he was inbound on the dorms. Grass gave to pavement as he crossed from the fields to the pathway to the dorms. And as he crossed the mental line of demarcation, one that told him when he could relax, his pace slowed. 

"Righty then," he whispered to no one in particular, pushing the double doors open. 

 Smoke. Burning. The smell immediately tickled his nostrils. Sanguine pearls shifted from the common space to the kitchen. And there it was. Ground zero, and the culprit, too. Not that Farrin could blame anyone for setting the kitchen aflame. He was liable to burn a bowl of cereal given his abilities, or lack thereof, in the kitchen. 

"Shite, alright, alright, I've got it," he mumbled, running toward the opposite side of the kitchen from the microwave and unhooking the fire extinguisher from its mount. He then darted on over to the burning appliance, took aim, and fired, drowning the flames out in a foam that denied it oxygen. 

Satisfied the dorm was now safe from spreading flames, he looked to the student who opted to stand and stare at the mess. "Yuh alright there?" He asked, looking her over. She looked fine to him. "Fire extinguisher is posted up over there," he nodded to the small stand he grabbed it from. "Fer future reference n' all." 

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[Meika Hijiri]

Yeah, fire's pretty cool, Meika would have to admit. No, she's not an arsonist as far as she knows, but she's pretty confident that every human being has just a little bit of pyromania in them. In her head, that's just a universal part of the human experience, like it taps into some primal part of humanity's psyche, going way back into the age where cavemen first invented it. So, yeah, Meika's pretty content to just watch it blaze, and if this black-haired kid with a weird accent hadn't come along to suffocate the sizzling orange flames with a barrage of foam, Meika would have certainly let it continue. If it burned everything down, she would have blamed it on the University being cheap, probably. Though, if she thinks about a little harder, that's a pretty shitty thing to do, given how many people live in the dorms. Damn, empathy thwarts her again!

Regardless, she turns to Farrin. Oh, he's talking to her like she didn't know where the fire extinguisher was. Yeah, Meika thinks she can roll with this. She feigns shock, eyes going wide, looking down at the fire extinguisher with faux wonder. If he thinks she's dumb, no need to dispel those assumptions. "Woah, no way, really?" she wonders, staring up at him while her tail lashes like a whip behind her. Even though she's being sarcastic in this moment, her voice doesn't give it away, and in every regard she can be read as being genuine with her needling statements. "And here I thought that was just an art project! Oopsies! Good thing you showed up!"

She turns towards the smoldering microwave and, even though directly touching it seconds after it was extinguished leaves red, blistering welts on her fingers, Meika gently pushes the door of the microwave open with some struggle. From within it, Meika retrieves her hotpocket, now blackened, burnt to crisp, and, as she discovers as she clenches it in her fingers, completely hollow, all the filling that would have been inside now turned to smoke and ashes. Meika visibly despairs as she looks down at her now blackened palms, and her tummy grumbles, as if mocking her. "Noooo..." she whines, frowning in such a way so that her snaggletooth pops up over her top lip. "I'm so hungry..."

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arrin fell for the ruse. At first, at least. Even five or so years into his time in the country, he isn't the best at picking up every quip and cue. If Meika isn't giving a sarcastic tip, Farrin certainly isn't picking up on it. 

He walked the extinguisher back to its mount and set it in its place. "Yup," he answered, then turned back to face her. See, now he's circling her sarcasm. A student missing the fire extinguisher might make sense. An art project, though? No one was that dumb. 

"Oh? N' whadja think a fire extinguisher looked like then?" He replied, just a nibble of edge to his words, more joke than insult. 

Why on earth was she just standing there then, though? And who was going to let the school staff know? Someone would have to. The kitchen needed a new microwave now. 

"Sorry, can't help there. All I'm walkin' 'round wit' are some protein bars. There should be some fruit n' such in the fridge, though. Maybe snacks in the cabinet. Nothin' that'll go up in flames." 

In theory. Again, Farrin could quite possibly find a way to make fire from cereal and milk. 

"So, yuh' got a name? I'm Farrin," he offered. 

He didn't recognize the girl, but then there were still plenty of people around campus Farrin didn't know. He had just become a second-year student, but his typical friend group could still be counted with fingers. Maybe this girl would represent another finger accounted for. Or not. She might be like Hikari. Please no.  

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[Meika Hijiri]

Meika goes to a nearby trash can to wipe her hands of cinders and ashes, looking with grief brimming in her eyes as what remains of her hot pocket slowly sprinkle into the abyss. The black-haired insomniac says something more about fire extinguishers, perhaps going along with her expertly disguised joke, and Meika barely catches it because she's currently in the fourth stage of grief—depression. Of course, she's always committed to the bit, so her slowly extinguishing flames of sorrow gently fizzle out in the face of continued sarcasm as she glances back up at Farrin. "Oh, I thought fire extinguishers were just things big Hollywood made up so that the general populace could have a false sense of security whenever they started fires," Meika nods, smirking as she claps her hands free of any remaining ashes. "Which means that all firefighters are basically con artists. Isn't it crazy how the world works?"

When Farrin mentions other sources of food, Meika opens the fridge. As he said, full of fruits, and Meika releases a groan. "Ugh, what is this school trying to do, kill me?" she whines, removing a cucumber from the cooled racks and showing it to Farrin. "Everybody knows that if it's green, it tastes terrible. What do people do when the cafeteria closes, starve?"

Oh, there's an idea! If she can't find food on campus... She'll just find it off campus! And she's certainly gonna make Farrin come with her. He had the misfortune of finding her in the midst of arson, so now she'll just have to make sure he doesn't say anything to school staff over some ridiculously greasy and cheap pizza. Set on her idea, she confidently marches past him and tucks the cucumber from the fridge into her ridiculously large jean pockets, then turns to beckon him towards her with one hand. "I'm Meika. You're coming with me to get pizza," she commands, no care for if he declines. "I'll pay, but it's going to be the cheapest in town and we're going to take bets on if we get food poisoning in the next few days."

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 blank stare and a few blinks summed up Farrin's immediate response to the fire extinguisher comments. Justify it with a response? Okay, maybe a short one. "Can't wait ta' hear yer opinion on birds." It was a reference to age-old meme culture, a satirical conspiracy theory that posed birds themselves were government-made drones. Ridiculous. 

 Now pizza, on the other hand, was a serious matter. Farrin may have been born in Ireland, but he was raised in New York, and New Yorkers took their pizza quite seriously.

"Well, I'm no' one ta' turn down free pizza, but I must warn yuh' the pizza 'ere isn't all that great, especially the cheap stuff." 

Farrin turned about and made for the door. He was still in training wear, but that meant nothing. Tokyo was wound tight during the day, but at night it was painted in the same shade of bizarre as every other big city that dotted the earth. He would hardly be the odd man out among the crowds out there. Even if UAU was positioned near the outskirts of the city. 

"C'mon then," he waved for Meika to follow. 

Back out the doors, he was immediately met with a cool breeze. The wind whisked away the few remaining beads of sweat from his earlier training. "N' yeah, me' bet is on food poisonin," he responded. Mama O'Rourke would have whooped Farrin's ass for eating junk food on a weekday had she been alive. Onto brighter things. 

"So, uh, guessin' yuv' a mutation quirk courtesy o' the tail n' horns. Anythin' else come wit' all that?" He asked, making some conversation as they approached the campus gate.

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[Meika Hijiri]

"Well, yeah, 'not great' is pretty much the whole point," Meika yaps as she dawdles along behind Farrin. "Y'ain't gettin' the queen's pizza for a few bills, and that's a-okay with me."

It's not that Meika necessarily enjoys bad food, but she's nothing if not economical, and food definitely tastes all the better when it doesn't break the bank. This is not her only trait that differs from the general populace, she finds, as she's the kind of girl that walks to beat of her own drum, as already obvious with her frayed, ripped jeans, liberal use of fishnets and piercings, and her personally cropped graphic tees. Sure, Farrin may be going out in gymwear, but he'll look comparatively normal when toe-in-toe with Meika, who seems to compulsively go against the grain even when she walks, always offbeat with her gait. Of course, she has to make up for her diminutive size by taking short, quick steps to even keep in line with Farrin, who towers almost two head-lengths over her.

As they approach the campus gate, her tail lashes as if in reaction to Farrin's prying question. "Oh, nah, just some leftover stuff from my deadbeat dad," she responds, no discernible difference to her tone even despite how her eyes momentarily harden. "The real main course is..."

Meika fishes her phone out of her pockets and briefly channels her quirk through it, then turns it around to show off the screen to Farrin. The screen scintillates with glitches of all varieties, from flickering RGB boxes to distorted webpages, rummaging around across the cracked surface. Meika allows a snaggletoothed grin to her face. "I can fuck up tech as long as I touch it. I can do it to people too, but only if you think about their 'tech' as their quirk."

Meika suddenly gets a mischievous look to her face. "Speaking of, now that we're prying..." she coos, piercing Farrin with her gaze. "What's your quirk?"

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ilence was Farrin's initial response. He wasn't ignoring Meika; he was just doing some simple math in his head. "Where I'm from, yuh' can get a solid slice fer' a hundred yen," he would finally respond. That was the rough conversion rate, right? Dollars to yen? You're just supposed to add two zeroes, roughly. It was like counting pennies.

A dollar slice from the city was a beautiful thing. Here, well, the pizza in most spots didn't quite live up to the New York standard, but there were a few decent places, at least. The particular spot they were going to now did not rank among those decent places, but if the little devil at his side wanted cheap pizza, well, they would go for cheap pizza. It wasn't his money being used. 

As they passed the gate, the time-turner's attention fell to Meika's phone. Deadbeat dad? He knew something of that. His father was currently rotting away in prison, as he deserved. The thought didn't last long; Farrin's sanguine stare was locked onto the glitched-out and worbling screen. That was certainly interesting. 

"N' yuh' can do this ta' people yuh said? What happen ta' 'em if yuh do?" 

People weren't technology. Did she make them feel sick or just mess with their quirk since she related that to their tech? Either way, it was certainly useful. A disoriented opponent made was an easy opponent. Well, easier, at least. And now, as was customary, it was his turn to spill the beans. Some beans. Not all the beans. 

"I can manipulate time ta' a degree. Can speed things up n' slow 'em down," he offered, removing a five yen piece from his pocket.

Farrin would pause as they reached the top of the hill that would see them descend into the city. There, he flipped the coin into the air. His eyes would take on a golden glow, features like that of a clock dial. Next, an emerald-tinted field would wrap around the coin, which then slowed to a crawl in mid-air.  

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[Meika Hijiri]

"What, a good slice? For a hundo?" Meika queries, glancing up at Farrin. A self-satisfied smile creeps up her face as she turns back to the road ahead, stuffing her hands back in her pockets. "Damn, if I lived in Farrin-Land, I'd prob die of malnutrition or sum'n. I'd be eatin pizza for breakfast, dinner, and lunch!"

They pass the gate, still on the topic of quirks. Meika revels in the feeling of the cool night air touching her skin, still a bit toasty from her fire scare. It doesn't help that it's smoking hot during the day, either. Alt girls who are dedicated to their fashion sense always have it the worse when summer comes around, all black leather and chains. Meika can't help it, she'll take some cool comfort wherever she can get it! To Farrin, though, she shoots him a snarky smirk. "Dunno," she admits, her big chunky boots stomping down the pavement. "It's different every time. Kinda just depends on what can go wrong with a quirk. Then, ya know, it makes that happen, on top of just being generally hard to control."

This is where it's Meika's turn to hold her cards close to her chest. No need to let Farrin know that her quirk can also affect Meika herself, nor that it can spread, just like a virus across an unsecured network might. Some beans. Not all the beans.

Meika doesn't mind admitting that Farrin's quirk as cool as hell, though. She's not above expressing her amazement for it, as her eyes glow with both recognition and excitement at Farrin's little demonstration. She eyes the five yen piece now hovering in an emerald temporal field with unashamed elation. "Dude, that's so dope!" she exclaims, clenching her hands into fists. "You're just like that dude in the British phone booth. Y'know who I'm talkin' about? You're just like him, but way more Irish. So... Cooler, basically."

Then, a stupid idea comes to her. Her mannerisms suddenly take on a decidedly impish quality. "Wanna see what your quirk's like when it's super fucked up?"

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Farrin

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hat had been Farrin's diet for years. Scrounging up money was difficult while homeless, doubly for a moral pickpocket. Couldn't steal from other poor folks, couldn't take much from anyone hustling just to make it through the month. Payday only came when he found some rich, snobby sucker who deserved it. So, clipping a dollar or two per his usual rounds meant sticking to dollar-slice pizza. He couldn't manage three times daily in his younger, less experienced years, but he got by. Now he was here, stuffing himself on Above & Beyond's dime since they were fronting him the money. Aside from Nana, Sada, and Kenta, they were the closest he had to family. He would probably have to pick up some part time work soon, though. Make it easier on the hero agency. 

"That's New York fer' yuh," he said.

Many were surprised when he spoke of his upbringing in the States, probably due to his accent. He got that from his parents, but he was mostly raised in the Big Apple. It was home more than any and all but a few select people.

"Heh, yuh' mean Doctor Who," he answered, recalling the old sci-fi show.

Meika had earned herself a few extra points in his book, too, weighing his Irish heritage as something that made him even cooler than the ol' Doctor. That said, hacking his quirk and seeing how it might mess up was not high on his 'to-do' list, not when he was liable to sift if these little hacks touched on his quirk's weaknesses. 

"Eh, maybe no' today. Can't say I'm the biggest fan o' seein' me quirk go haywire or messin' wit' some other issues that can come o' time fuckery," he chuckled a bit at the end. "It's messy business when me' quirk does go outta whack." 

They were cutting down the hill rather fast. The two passed wooded suburbs that surrounded the school and slowly approached the city proper. UAU was fairly isolated. Not entirely, but it sat atop a wooded hill along the aforementioned suburbs beyond the city's heart. It was likely easier to ensure security that way. Some of his peers hated the distance from the city, but Farrin was a big fan of walking. Running was his life. Hopefully, Meika didn't mind the trek. 

"So, how're yuh' feelin 'bout the school so far? Yer new, right? Can't say I've seen yuh 'round before," He started. Same thoughts crossed his mind again, there were plenty of people Farrin didn't know but he at least recognized many as fellow students. Not all, though, so there was a fair chance he was entirely wrong.   

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[attr="class","FarrinQuote"]Even if it's already been decided. Even if it's set in stone. I'll smash that future!

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[Meika Hijiri]

Oh, yeah. She remembers that from the old time show. Fuck up the timeline, and prepare to get fucked. Makes sense, really. Farrin holds a lot of power in his hands, being able to strum the strings of the temporal stream on a whim, and it'd make sense that it'd have some pretty bad side effects, and equally fucked up ways to go wrong. In this moment, Meika shows an uncharacteristic amount of restraint, lowering her hand and nodding along in understanding. She may be a little chaos demon, but she's not a bad person! ...Probably. At the very least, she'd never fuck someone up just to see what would happen to them. She doesn't like to admit it, but she's a little more empathetic than most people would think.

That doesn't mean that she can't say dumb shit, though!

"Oh, yeah, for sure, cool, cool, cool, cool," she nods along, stuffing her hands back into her pockets, but proving incapable of taking that stupid grin off of her face. "Wouldn't wanna put us back in the Cretaceous."

...But, wait, dinosaurs are so fucking cool! "Except..." Meika's eyes glaze over as she imagines riding on the back of a Tyrannosaurus Rex and making him gnaw on the girls that were mean to her in secondary school.

She shakes her head violently, only barely snapping out of it. "No, no, no! That's probably bad. Yeah, riding some cool ass dinosaurs is probably bad. I mean, unless you can do that? You can't do that, right? No, that's totally silly... Right?" Meika side-eyes Farrin like the fate of her entire day rests on his answer, uncharacteristically serious, silently and desperately wishing that he was all-powerful enough to literally bring back the dinosaurs!!!

Ugh, school talk distracting her from dinosaurs. Boooooring! Meika kicks the steel toes of her combat boots into the pavement as she walks. "Oh, y'know, it's school," she shrugs, only barely avoiding the temptation to roll her eyes. "School and me never really got along. I mean, this is a hero school, right? Why do I still gotta take boring ass gen-ed classes? Why do I gotta understand polynomials and shit to kick some ass?"

Meika releases a grating sigh. She glances at Farrin, wondering if he is yet another person who will look down on her for not taking her academics seriously. She doesn't really care what he thinks about her, but she's kind of tired of meeting people at this damn school who have sticks up their asses and think they're better than everyone else.

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Farrin

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t was a pulchritudinous piece painted across an empty canvas. A time-turning Farrin that could potentially walk among the threads of time and land where he wished. The reality was far less quixotic. Farrin could only ever watch events unfold. He stood behind a barred window, one with a view into infinity, doomed only ever to witness its beauty and terror, never to partake in it. Well, at least not outside his own time. These feats of time sight, made possible by Temporal Resonance, weren't entirely under his control either. More often than not, Farrin wandered through the possibilities and events of time in his sleep while sifting. And, usually, he was forced to play witness to the world's many miseries. Both those he suffered and those which he delivered. 

He wasn't about to trauma dump to a stranger. Farrin despised his weaker facets and rarely spoke of them, even with his most trusted friends and loved ones. He had only just met Meika. So, he opted to let her believe what she would. Who was he to rob her of her dreams? 

"Maybe I can, maybe I can't, yuh'll jus' have ta' find out in time," he answered with a playful smirk.

Yeah, okay, it would be cool to ride a dinosaur. Imagine being strapped up top to a brontosaurus or some shite? Wild. But he was no time traveler. He could alter time's passage to a degree and witness events through the temporal fabric. It was an extremely powerful quirk for certain, but he was no wandering time god.

"I mean, how could yuh' expect ta' e'er take on villainy without knowin' that the mitochondria are the powerhouse of the cell?" he joked.

Farrin's grades were aces among the hero courses. In academics, he usually hovered around a B grade. Not bad, but not the best either. He could sympathize with Meika's plight to some extent. Heroes couldn't be morons, but there were so few among his peers when he arrived that even knew how to throw a proper punch. Farrin had to challenge the school's hero professors to sparring matches in his first month because so few students could keep up with him. Granted, he had the advantage of attending a Hero Prep school in place of a typical high school. Still, handling yourself in a scrap was the utmost basics. How did so many not know how to brawl? 

"Bein' straight wit' yuh, I think it's important we know some basic academics. Never know what chemical mixes we might be playin' wit' or how what history we might need ta' recall n' such. But, I certainly wish there were even more hero sims in me' first year. More sparrin, more n' more o' what we'll be seein' in the field," he offered.  

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